The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

N. B.

I should like to point out that Civilization has, now, technologically bypassed the need for "telephone sanitizer" as a job and that the conclusion must inevitably follow that the meaning of this universe is not and cannot be, 42.

I keep tellin' ya and tellin' ya, Carl, ignore the smell, those red booths with all the little windows and the odd thing that takes your money are not pissoirs. "When in Rome" does not apply here. ...No, no, not the blue one with the light, either....

Screwdriver, hell. I shot that little mobile toaster and boosted the TARDIS. Gonna take it back a few years and patent thing (ever thought about how tough it is to prove who first invented a time machine?); that should torque off the Gallifreyans.

Kinda hoped Ace would be there, but it looks like I intercepted it at the wrong point in the timestream sequence.

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."